Descending from the Sky

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Izuna hesitated for a moment, but quickly accepted the explanation.

He didn't realize that he had directly accepted the title "Tengu," nor did he notice that his reaction to this series of events was far too calm.

From the moment his wings burst forth, his first reaction was not fear or panic, but how to hide.

His first thought as he took to the sky was an apology to Brother Ban and regret that he couldn't go home right now.

His attitude when he tossed in the Five-yen Coin was almost frivolous, casually assuming that the unknown was just like drawing a blind box.

If it were someone who hadn't encountered Isshiki, he would never have flown out of the house just because wings grew on his back. Even if he was terrified, he would have gone to Madara first and honestly explained his symptoms.

Then, together with Brother Ban, we analyzed what exactly was going on and whether we should get it checked out.

I would never actually flip that coin after seeing the system task.

He would first assess the risks, repeatedly confirm that the system was not malicious, and mentally review all possible bad consequences before finally deciding not to summon it.

But now, he seems completely unconcerned about these things, finding them only troublesome.

Those instinctive vigilance, caution towards the unknown, and dependence on Ban seemed to have been diluted by something.

Izuna raised a hand to rub her wind-blown, messy hair and asked Mokushō, "So, what are you planning to do next?"

Mokushō tilted his head, the red eyes on the paper blinked, and his tone remained nonchalant. "I'm your Shikigami, so of course you call the shots. You tell me to follow, and I'll follow; you tell me to disappear, and I'll disappear."

"Disappeared? How did it disappear?"

Mokushō put his hands on his hips, puffed out his chest, and the Talisman Paper covering half his face swayed slightly with his movement. "That's it."

Izuna waited for two seconds, but nothing happened.

"... What kind?" Izuna couldn't help but ask.

"I have a very low profile." Mokushō held up one finger, his tone brimming with unashamed pride. "If I don't initiate conversation, people won't even notice me. Like a piece of wood on the roadside, even if they see me, I won't leave an impression."

Izuna blinked, trying to apply that description to the boy in front of him, who was dressed in Kariginu worn by noble families, with Red Eyes tied around his face, and whose entire demeanor screamed "I'm conspicuous."

It was a bit hard to imagine, but then I thought, he didn't know anything about Yōkai anyway, so if Mokushō was so sure, it was probably true.

As inconspicuous as a roadside log, this ability is practically a natural fit for stealth and assassination.

"What are you thinking?" Mokushō suddenly jumped back a step, his Geta making a crisp sound on the rock. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his tone exaggeratedly wary. "I don't like doing the kind of bloody things you Ninjas do. Please don't let me get my hands on any blood."

Izuna paused for a moment, then smiled and shrugged, "Don't worry, I won't force you to do it."

Just then, two whooshing sounds landed one after the other on the cliff top; it was Madara and Tobirama.

"Izuna!"

After landing, Madara took three steps in two to get to Izuna.

Izuna turned around, waved at Madara, and said in a relaxed tone, "Ah, Madara-nii."

"Why did you suddenly come here?" Ban walked up to him, reached out and brushed aside the bangs that were ruffled by the wind on his forehead, then squeezed his shoulder. "I've been looking for you for ages."

"I suddenly wanted to see some scenery, so I came here." Izuna let Madara inspect him.

"Why?"

"There's no particular reason, I just came on a whim. By the way, it's quite chilly here, let's go home first."

After saying that, he naturally looked over Madara's shoulder and at Tobirama, who was standing not far behind Madara.

Unlike Madara, Tobirama did not step forward. He stood a few steps away from the edge of the cliff, his expression indifferent.

"Tobirama, would you like to come to my house for a bit?" Izuna tilted his head, his tone casual.

"No need." Tobirama pulled his hands out of his sleeves and crossed them over his chest. "How are your eyes feeling?"

Izuna laughed heartily, "You can see it very clearly, your skills are excellent. What kind of payment do you want?"

I'm not doing this for the money.

"Oh dear, so I owe you a favor. What a hassle, you're always like this. We'll head back now, bye-bye."

After saying that, he turned around.

Then he jumped straight off the cliff.

Yes, it just jumped straight down and did free fall.

Madara's pupils contracted sharply. He took a step to the edge of the cliff and shouted down, "Izuna!!"

Tobirama also moved; the Flying Thunder God Kunai had already slid to his fingertips, ready to be activated in an instant.

Then he saw the view below the cliff, his finger stopped on the Kunai, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Izuna was falling very fast, but just as he was about to reach the houses, his speed suddenly slowed down, and he landed lightly on the roof of the first row of buildings below the cliff.

The tiles were not damaged.

After he regained his footing, he turned around, looked up, and waved towards the top of the cliff.

Spot. "..."

Tobirama: "..."

Ban stared blankly down below.

Tobirama's expression was equally blank, still clutching the Flying Thunder God Kunai he hadn't had time to throw.

"What happened to Izuna...?" Tobirama.

"That's good." Madara interrupted him, his tone calm. "He's gotten stronger. Thank you, Tobirama."

Tobirama's lips twitched slightly. "Wait a minute! The Mangekyō Sharingan doesn't have that function!"

"Anyway, thank you." Ban said slowly and deliberately, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Tobirama looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a rare beast.

Ban didn't say anything more. He turned around, walked to the edge of the cliff, squatted down, and began to descend step by step along the cliff face.

Tobirama stood atop the cliff, expressionless, and put the Flying Thunder God Kunai back into his sleeve, deciding to leave it at that.